"Yes, Satan. I want revenge as badly as you do. These humans will never learn to live and let live," replied a gorgeous young woman. She was dressed entirely in black silk, and had jet black hair. Daintily, the petite woman stirred some sugar into her coffee, then sighed in pleasure as she sipped the delicious liquid.
"As do I. My pack has been hunted mercilessly," agreed a man in his twenties. His predatory grin was reflected perfectly in his strong black coffee. He took a long, satisfying drink then put his elbows firmly on the huge oak table.
"I just want some human brains to go with my coffee," mourned an older man. His lifeless eyes focused on his cup, but he didn't reach for it.
"Then we will all strike at once, as soon as the moon rises," announced Satan.
"But it's not going to work. They aren't limited to stones, arrows, and torches any more. They have guns, tanks, missiles, and worse," insisted Calla, the strongest witch alive, as she adjusted her almost sheer black silk blouse.
"We're going to hunt in the middle of one of their territories, on the night that their young run wild in costumes. Do you think they'll sit idly by, and let us pick them off?" asked the young man, as he stretched out a hand, which immediately turned into a gigantic paw.
"I don't care what they do, I just want to eat," added the zombie, in a dull but earnest voice.
"Trust me, this will work. And once my legions are free, we will never have to hide again," announced Satan.
"Oh, right. While we're taking all the risks, you'll be invisible. After you get close to the museum, you'll possess some poor security guard before they sign in, then go get the relic," said Calla with contempt.
"It's not my fault that I'm the only one who can operate the Cosmolocator, is it?" Satan asked smoothly.
Calla and the werewolf looked at each other. The zombie simply continued to stare at his coffee cup.
"How about you get it first, then we attack," suggested the young man.
"I agree with Trev," replied Calla.
Satan blinked, momentarily taken aback. Then he composed himself, and narrowed his eyes. "And how about you, Fred? Do you want to wait until I get the Cosmolocator to have some tasty children's brains?" he asked.
"No! I want them now!" Fred declared.
"Well then, it seems as though we have a tie," Satan said thoughtfully.
"Then I think we should each do as we wish," suggested Calla reasonably.
"That won't do, friends... unless there is enough chaos, I won't have time to activate the Cosmolocator before I am interrupted. And any interruption will result in my being sent back," Satan replied.
"Then why not just take it, and do the activation spell elsewhere?" Trev asked.
"I need the Sabbi Stone to complete the process. It's in the same exhibit as the Cosmolocator, and weighs just under a ton. I can't exactly put it in a sack," replied Satan.
"I want brains," Fred reminded the group.
"So we must decide how to proceed," acknowledged Satan with a nod to Fred. "Shall we flip a coin to see if my plan is to be executed?" he asked, producing a gleaming piece of silver.
"Ugh - not that one!" Trev exclaimed, recoiling.
"Oh, right. Werewolf and silver," Satan said apologetically, as he quickly pocketed it.
"You can use mine," Trev replied shakily, as he pulled out a small golden coin.
Calla took it and examined both sides. "A wolf and a moon? How original," she said sarcastically, as she handed it back.
"Moon or wolf?" Trev asked, as the coin flew into the air.
"Moon!" Calla shouted before it landed on the table, and began to spin. It finally stopped, and turned on its side, to reveal an intricate golden wolf.
Satan grinned happily. "I guess we will begin at moonrise!"
To be continued!
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